CH 17.2

17. The Killing Machine (2)

Murong Yan thought the same, and as expected, he stepped forward and held a lock of her long hair. He was stroking the green silk with his fingertips, and was about to say something when his eyes suddenly became fixed, and he immediately turned his head to look behind her.

The girl at the back was not prepared to be discovered, even though she could not see Murong Yan’s eyes, she was still made weak at the knees by his substantial gaze. She fell to the ground immediately with a loud thud and kowtowed repeatedly, “This little one deserves to die, please forgive me. I didn’t mean to follow her on purpose, but I just couldn’t live like this any longer, so please be kind and buy me back. I am willing to be a slave and a maidservant to serve the two ladies for the rest of my life.”

When Yu Qingjia heard the voice, she hurriedly put on the curtain hat. She was moved by compassion, but she did not forget that she is currently being chased by assassins. So how can she bring a person from an unknown origin around? In the end, Yu Qingjia is also an ordinary person, she always has to put her own safety first.

Murong Yan’s voice was very calm, “When did you come along?”

“Just now…” the girl has been alone in the chaotic world for a long time and has learned to be tactful and sophisticated, “My lady looks like a fairy, so she must also have a good heart too. If I were to serve such a godlike figure as a slave It would be my blessings for three lifetimes, even if the slave is allowed to die immediately, it is worth it.”

The girl knew at first glance that the two in front of her were of good background, and might also be ladies from a noble family, she would not dare to spare such a fat sheep, so she secretly left all her companions and came alone to beg Yu Qingjia to take her in. She thought that since Yu Qingjia left them money, she was obviously soft-hearted. As long as she begged her, she won’t have to worry that Yu Qingjia will not be moved. Just now she just saw her take off the curtain hat, and after seeing Yu Qingjia’s true appearance even her breathing stagnated for a while. When she finally reacted, her determination to rely on Yu Qingjia became even stronger.

Such a woman, even if she comes from an ordinary background, will definitely be able to marry into a wealthy family. As long as she seizes this opportunity, she will be able to transform herself, get rid of her lowly origin, and be able to eat and drink with the noble lords. She thought that all women like to hear people compliment about their appearance, so she racked up her brains to praise Yu Qingjia’s beauty even more. She thought she could please the other party, but she didn’t know that she had stepped on a dead end instead.

Murong Yan let out a soft “Oh”, but his fingers under the curtain hat immediately moved. When Yu Qingjia heard Murong Yan’s calm reply, she intuitively felt that something was wrong. She didn’t care about her manners, and immediately ran over and grabbed Murong Yan’s arm, “Jing Huan!”

Murong Yan’s dagger had already slipped into his palm, but his arm was violently and unexpectedly held by another person. He looked back and saw Yu Qingjia looking at him nervously, even through the curtain hat he could feel her gaze tense and focused. Yu Qingjia also put her other hand up, and her voice was low, not knowing whether it was a plea or a reminder, “Jing Huan, don’t do this.”

Seeing that Murong Yan didn’t respond, Yu Qingjia turned her head, and looked at the girl who had already swung around the ghost gate without realizing it, “Hurry up and leave!”

The girl did not know why, but the instinct of struggling towards death’s door for several months immediately reminded her to run away! She hurriedly climbed up and ran away in a flash, and only after seeing the other party leave did Yu Qingjia let out a long sigh of relief. She turned her head back at Murong Yan, both annoyed and scared, “Vixen what are you doing!”

Murong Yan also looked at the girl’s back until it gradually receded into a black spot. His voice was indescribably calm, “She saw your face. She should have been killed long ago.”

This sentence was okay at first glance, but if you think about it carefully it would always make one feel unnerving. Yu Qingjia still held his arm tightly, not daring to relax the slightest, “She is just a child, although she saw my face, but an assassin will not question a group of half-grown children, also she does not even know our identity, and will not be able to reveal our whereabouts.”

Murong Yan smiled and did not deny it. What he needed was exactly Jing Huan’s identity as a woman, he could not wait to leave his tracks all the way, so as to dispel the prying eyes of those who have a different intention. So how could he be murderous because of such a thing.

As he said, these people deserved to die because they saw Yu Qingjia’s face. If someone makes him feel unhappy, then they must die. But Yu Qingjia was unwilling, she held his hand tightly, and Murong Yan made an unprecedented concession for the first time in his life.

‘Since she doesn’t like it, then forget it.’